Page 83 of Mine, Forever

I smacked him across the face with the butt of my pistol. His head whipped to the side blood appearing in the corner of his mouth.

“She was always mine,” he said, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “With a few more days, I’d have broken her enough that she’d never speak your name again.”

I dropped the gun and shoved him to the ground kicking him in the rib cage as hard as I could. This asshole deserved to feel pain before I killed him. He rolled to his side, coughing as he laughed. I kicked him again, and more blood spurted from his mouth. Gunshots could be heard firing and ricocheting in the background, but I didn’t care. John was going to suffer as long as I could make him.

York was carrying Ebony past, her head falling limply against his shoulder. I felt sick to my stomach that I’d let this happen to her, but damn if John wasn’t going to pay.

“Get her out of here,” I told him. York nodded and held her up, carefully walking off to the boat we came in on. The room was emptied. John was left with me unable to get up. I looked around the room landing my eyes on a chair in the corner. Grabbing it, I pulled John up with little effort and pushed him down into it, so he was facing me. The whip he’d used on Ebony was lying by the door. I quickly grabbed it feeling the weight of the handle in my hands.

“Ebony will never be yours,” I said, surprisingly calm.

My chest burned with anger, and my hands itched to be punching him, but I didn’t want him to die, just yet. No, he needed to feel some pain for what he did to my girl.

“You couldn’t kill me all those years ago, what makes you think you can do it now?”

“I didn’t have a reason to before,” I honestly said, surprising myself. “Now, I have no problem ridding this world of you, especially if it means keeping Ebony safe.”

“You have no idea what that slut got up to in her teenage years, do you?”

He laughed, croaking from the pain he was feeling.

“I don’t care what you made her do. All I know is when you’re gone, I’ll take over every aspect of the life you fought so hard to build, and I’ll rip everything apart you worked hard to achieve.”

“My clients will never accept you.”

“I don’t want your pedophile clients, you fuck. I’ll put them in a fucking house together and set it alight.”

“You don’t have the guts, son. You were always weak. I broke you. I was the one who created Jett Black.”

“No, you weren’t. The one who helped me create him was Luca. I guess you’ve heard about what I did to him.”

John looked up at me, his eyebrow raised. “So it’s true. I’m impressed. Luca wasn’t someone to easily trust.”

I gripped the handle of the whip harder, getting ready. “It took a few years to get there. He showed me everything, and I used it to get to where I am today. He just didn’t realize how fucking broken you made me, and I applied it to my advantage.”

“So you should be fucking thanking me.”

“You’re right, I should be. Yet, you stole my woman and tortured her. There’s no way you’re making it out of here alive, you have to know that.”

He scoffed. “You’ll miss me. There’s so much I can still show you.”

“That I highly doubt. I’ve already surpassed everything you’ve ever achieved and in half the time. Now, sit back and relax into this.”

He turned his head just as I let the whip land on his lap. A roar of pain ripped out of his throat, and he tried to pull himself up and off the chair. I let him fall to the ground on his hands and knees in pain.

“Oh… does that hurt?” I sarcastically asked. “Hmm.”

Thwack!

Another whip right across his back forcing him further to the ground with a loud thud. He groaned as he tried to push himself back up, but failed.

“I guess you now know what it was like for Ebony… tell me, did she beg you to stop?”

“No.”

“What was that?”

“I said no!”

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